PAACS Conference, part 1

I managed to slip away from my pediatrics rotation for two days to attend the Pan-African Academy of Christian Surgeons (PAACS) conference in Des Plaines, Illinois.  A number of things had to go "right" for me to even get to the conference in the first place:  a rotation during the conference that would allow me time off, having an outpatient month during the conference, flexibility of the schedule to allow me to spend 2.5 days in Chicago.  Coincidences do not exist; God has sent me here for a reason.

The ride down was with Dr. Bob Cropsey, a general surgeon who worked for his career in Togo, a small country in West Africa.  Our riding down to the conference happened, again, coincidentally:  I attended a breakfast only this past Saturday and it happened, again, coincidentally, to come up that we were both heading to the same conference.  Again, more "coincidences".

Our conversation revolved around his experiences as a long-time mission surgeon.  Hearing about how he was used throughout his career was inspiring.  I get the sense that my time at the conference will be incredibly important for giving me a vision of how I can serve for the kingdom in the future.

M3.85

A theme in my thinking has been how the time passes.  Our memories to not respect the same linearity that time passes.  

Already M3 year is more than 5/6 done.  Six more weeks of pediatrics and I am along to the "promised land" of M4:  subinternships, applications, interviews, away rotations, matching, and graduation.  Less than fourteen months from now I will be finished with medical school.  It all went so fast.

The fourteen months are shaping up to be busy.  Step 2 in early June, studied for while on Anesthesia and leaving for multiple weddings on the West side of the state.  Three surgery rotations in a row:  Hepatobiliary, VA, and Thoracic.  Applications happening concurrently with all of this madness.  Finally, interviewing, during which I will be *hopefully* brushing up on my French and preparing a recital program to fundraise for away rotations at mission hospitals.  Finishing up the year by spending three months away at locations to be determined.  The time passes so quickly because of the fact that it is so filled to overflowing with all of the different exciting problems that come with planning out the future.

Confronting the busyness of medical school and the resultant perception that time is slipping through fingers like grasping onto grains of sand comes the concept of rest, like the sudden a minor cord in the second movement starting Beethoven's 7th. What does it mean to sit, to take time to listen to classical music not while studying, to take a walk not for the purpose of going someplace, to take the time to call a friend not while en route, to go to a coffee shop with nothing on the schedule afterwards.  The fact that there is less free time makes it a precious commodity.

Layers

As time passes, certain events are encoded into memory.  The slightest stimuli unleashes a flood.   A waft of fresh-baked cookies triggers fond remembrances of home; the sound of rain on canvas, camping trips.

It is our collected memories, and our perceptions that stem from them, that are the core of ourselves.

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Classical music is an obsession of mine.  I have played the piano as long as I can remember and I do not go a day without listening to it.  While studying I prefer Glenn Gould's Bach - the Goldberg Variations are a particular favorite - but while taking a long drive I prefer Rachmaninoff preludes.  I made the mistake of listening to Violin Partitas almost exclusively while studying for Step 1 and I fear I may have ruined listening to them for ten years, at a minimum. There is a reason that people still listen to classical music even though the composers are long dead:  classical music taps into the depths of human experience.  (What was the top song of 2006, again?)  I listen to the same works over and over again.  When I hear the Beethoven symphonies I can tell what's happening next; with his piano sonatas, I hum along. 

As a consequence of listening to the same things over and over again, they have acquired layers of meaning.  I reserve the 4th movement of Beethoven 5 for moments of triumph.  Walking out of an exam I listen to it nearly every single time.  Brahm's Intermezzo in A is saved for decompression - when I want to sit back and relax after a long day of work I close my eyes and let the sound wash over me.

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Today I discharged a man to palliative care.  It was the first time I've done this.  He had a long and complicated stay in the hospital - over the fifteen days of his stay he was cardioverted, delirious, and sent in for an embolectomy secondary to critical limb ischemia.  Delirium imposed on his history of paranoia and dementia made him what the interns call a "rock" - someone who is staying on our service for a while due to the fact that no other place will take him.  Late in his course his oxygenation started to fail and he developed a wet cough, secondary to his failing heart and a month and a half of not eating.

As I went in his room to say goodbye he had a rare moment of lucidity.  I took his hand and started to say goodbye.  He looked at me, in between coughs with naked fear in his eyes, and said "Am I going to go?"  Not "go" in the sense of leave the VA, go permanently, as in die.  I did not know what to say.  I had no comfort to offer him, save that he was going to a place where they were able to take care of him.  How utterly inadequate I felt.

While I was sitting in the room blaring in my head was the opening to Mozart's Requiem; the ponderous d minor opening was playing as I was holding his hand.  The crescendo to the haunting entry of the baritones sounded as I left the room.

Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine. Grant him eternal rest, Lord.

A new layer has been added to the work: the sight of an 86 yoM with a pmhx of dementia, paranoia, Parkinson's, and CHF being put on a stretcher to go and die.

I'm back!

As it's a new year, I thought I'd give another crack at it.  Previously my posts have been a bit more themed; I  think that I'm going to switch things up and go for a more free-form approach to blogging in hopes that it will result in more posts.  I'm not going to be writing for anyone in particular this time, just for myself.

1/4

Well hello!

M1 is officially over.  It's an odd feeling, knowing that I'm not going to have to sit through another lecture, open up the quizzes/exam window, or sit in the LRC for prolonged periods of time for two months.  To be more accurate, it's a marvelous feeling.  The year has dragged on.

Tomorrow I am leaving for Kenya - the next big adventure.  But before I go to Kenya I am visiting my friend Kathrin in Germany first!  I could not be more excited!  After 5 days in Germany I'm flying down to Meru, Kenya, to work on a community health survey looking at Long-term disability due to trauma from roadside accidents.  What I am most excited about, though, is that I'm going to be living in a manner completely different than I have ever lived before.  It will be good for me.

But it's late and I've got to play the piano at church tomorrow - I'll write a couple of times when I'm down in Kenya!

On an unrelated note, I'm 1/4 done with medical school! WAHOO!

John

Bugs and Drugs!

Well hello!

I'm smack dab in the middle of the Infectious Diseases.  Up to this point, it's been the most intense sequence.  We've got required small groups every morning (gasp!) about the lecture material from the morning, which starts at 8.  What this translates to is that I'm once again going to class instead of watching the videos from the lecture.  It's rather nice, seeing people and not staring at a screen all day.

Reflecting back on the year, it's interesting to think about how I've changed my studying habits.  Up until this sequence I've "diagrammed" out the lectures, making elaborate webs of connections.  With this sequence, the process became too inefficient.  It took me around an hour to draw out the map on a piece of paper, which simply doesn't translate if there are four hours of lecture in the morning.  To make a long story short, I've gotten on the flashcard train, and couldn't be happier.

I've been using a website called flashcardexchange.net which has been very handy.  If you'd like to try your hand at learning some of the bugs and drugs, here are my flashcards: http://www.flashcardexchange.com/user/view/840692?view=mine&q.

Another way that my study habits have changed is I've forced to become creative in my memorizing.  We've got many different kinds of drugs to learn and every single side effect of every single kind of drug is important - I'm going to be prescribing these drugs someday and don't want to harm someone.  The volume of the material is too large to just use normal materials, so I've turned to the technique entitled "the memory palace": http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Method_of_loci.   What I've done is used the upstairs of my house in Zeeland as a location for memorizing the drugs and their side effects.  For example, the boy's bathroom is used to memorize the antiviral drugs and the guest bedroom is used to memorize the Tb drugs.  Within each room there is a person representing a particular class of drugs within the broader subdivision who is exhibiting all of the side effects of the drugs.  In the Anti-Tb room there is my classmate, Isabel, who has is in a wheelchair, has a t-shirt that says P450 with a slash on it, and is clutching her upper right quadrant of her abdomen.  She represents the ISoniazids, which can cause dose-dependent peripheral neuritis (often manifested in weakness of the legs and arms), inhibition of the P450 enzymes, and hepatotoxicity.  I've done this for every single drug of this sequence; it's a full house.

But it's an exam week, so I've got to get to studying.  It's the last week of infectious diseases; I'm ready for the break from the intense material.

On another note, I leave for Kenya in 27 days! WAHOO!

Cheers,

John

We are fearfully and wonderfully made

Well hello!

If my cell phone is correct (and it usually is) it is already March 25. School started on August 1 and ends on June 1. I have been in class for 237 days and have 68 more to go. This means that I am 77.7% done with M1 year! I've said it before, but feel the need to say it again: time flies.

I've moved onto uncharted intellectual territory: the central nervous system. In my life I've never taken a course on how the nervous system works, so everything I've been learning has been new and exciting. To summarize, the CNS is nothing else than a giant conduit for information in the body, and the amount of information that is sensed, transported, integrated, and stored is nothing less than astounding. Little molecules (ions) flowing into channels (voltage gated sodium channels) travel on highly specific paths (tracts) to a certain area of the brain (nucleus) where the information is then registered, and if necessary, an action is performed.

The bulk of the work for CNS has been learning about tracts: where they originate, what they carry, the path that they travel through the body, and where they terminate in the brain. By my count we've learned more than 15 of these All of these connections are what make seeing this computer screen possible, reading and interpreting what's written, breathing, and everything else that we do.

Another more challenging part of the sequence has been neuroanatomy. Anatomically there is more going on above the neck than there is below, and all of this material is condensed into a 3 week period. Here's a picture of some of the nerves of the face:

Someone else puts it better: we are fearfully and wonderfully made.

Along with the advent of spring better weather has arrived. It's been nice to see everything come to life; on my walk home there are flowering trees in bloom. Studying, however, has become more difficult because it's tempting to go and take a walk rather than memorize the tracts of the neural system. I solve this problem by sitting in a chair that does not face a window: out of sight and most of the time, out of mind.

On an aside, I'm going to see the Hunger Games movie this afternoon with people from my community group at my church. I'm excited!

Cheers,

John